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Saturday, December 31, 2011

Happy New Years contest :) xoxoxo

Who will you be kissing at midnight?


I hope you all have an amazing New Years Eve! 2011 is almost over and I'm looking forward to 2012, how about you?

What are you doing to celebrate this day? Hanging out with friends, curling up with a book, cuddling up on the couch for the Twilight Zone marathon, or are you going to a big New Years Bash?

As for me I'm heading to a friends house for a party. Sadly I will be going stag since the hubby works :( but I'm sure that I will have a blast with this crowd. I have been told that I will be loosing my Karaoke virginity tonight - yikes! (my singing could be used as a torture device for sure).

Before  2012 starts I just wanted to take a minute and thank everyone who has helped me in one way or another -the blog, personally, offering your friendship, and those who have just been there to say "shut the hell up". So many of you have made a big impact in my life this year and I just want to make sure I said "Thank you" and luv ya all for it.

Since I'm thankful for some many of my new friends I figured it only fitting to give away a book or five by them :) 

Head Games (Buffalo Intimidato... "Head Games" by Cassandra Carr ,

Just leave a comment and tell me what you are doing to ring in 2012. Winners (3) will be drawn Jan. 8th. Don't forget to leave your email so I can contact you when you win. Best of luck!


Friday, December 30, 2011

Erin Nicholas ~ HOTBLOODED

HotbloodedBlurb ~

Her mama always said the women in their family were hotblooded…
And it’s been causing Brooke Donovan trouble her whole life. But it wasn’t until her mother took on the most powerful man in Honey Creek, Texas, that Brooke truly realized the daughter of the town whore didn’t stand a chance. When she left, it was supposed to be for good. But now, thanks to her late husband’s deal with their hometown, she’s back in the last place on earth she wants to be. Temporarily. As soon as her debts are paid off, she’s outta here. Until in walks the one man who can make her rethink everything.
Dr. Jack Silver fixes things. So, when he learns his uncle is responsible for Brooke losing her husband, his sense of honor drives him across Texas to make amends. Instead of a broken woman, though, he finds a gorgeous, feisty physician’s assistant trying to survive in a town that wants her gone. She also has a mile-high fence built out of pride—and a clinic that’s at risk of going belly up. She may not want his money, but the clinic? He can fix that. He just never expects that in setting Brooke back on her feet, he’ll be swept right off his own.
Warning: Contains a hot-blooded woman, a man who really likes that about her, a town with a long memory, and a cappuccino machine that makes it all worthwhile.

 Review ~ 

Steamy, Sexy, Sweet - This is how I would describe Erin Nicholas's writing. I loved this book and as with every book I read of hers I fall more in more in love with her writing style - she is an AUTO MUST BUY for me. 

HOTBLOODED - just like the title says it is "HOT" and gets your "BLOOD" going within the first few pages. 

Brooke Donovan is a young widow
that is stuck in the small town of Honey Creek, Texas, where her husband had established a small clinic. Now she has no other choice but to stay and fulfill his contract at the clinic, but in doing so means she must deal with the rumors of her and her family's past. 

Dr. Jack Silver
, otherwise known as "Mr. Hero" feels responsible for the death of Brooke's husband and has set his mind to helping her through this rough time in life. Jack's family is unsure of this idea and tries talking him out of it, but it just makes him more sure in his pursuit.

Jack arrives in the small town of Honey Creek in search of
the weak widow and what he finds is far from it. He finds a spunky, smart-mouthed, independent women who won't take a damn thing from him and he is immediately enthralled by her and must know more about her. 

Both characters battle with their own struggles
they need to overcome while dealing with their mutual attraction. This story is full of humor and emotion along with lots of steamy-hot-sex that helps keep this story thriving. While the story is mainly about Brooke and Jack there are quite a few characters that I hope to see more of. Erin's books always make me want more and the way this book ends leads me to think that this could be  a series and...if that's so...I will be the first in line to buy book 2! 


Find out more about Erin Nicholas here 
Samhain Publishing
November 2011
© copyright Erin Nicholas, 2011

"You should always show your true emotions. You shouldn't close yourself up. People can tell when you're holding back and it's hard for them to trust that. You don't have to have all the answers or be happy all the time. Just be real."
"You want real?" she asked. "You want me to just do what I want, whatever I'm feeling, no worries about consequences?"
"I think you should do what makes you happy."
She licked her lips and nodded, her eyes on his. "Okay. You asked for it." She shrugged out of her jacket and let it drop to the floor behind her. Then she leaned in, wrapped her arms around his neck and put her lips against his. "Why is it whenever you're within five feet of me I want to kiss you?"
Ah, consequences.
"Five feet? Hell, girl, I can't be in the same town without wanting to kiss you." Then he sealed his mouth over hers.
The moment she stroked her tongue along his, he put both hands under her butt and lifted her, turned, kicked her chair out of the way and set her on the edge of her desk. His fingers went back to the buttons on the front of her shirt and quickly freed them all, spreading the blouse open before pulling back to look at her.
"Every time I see your hands on someone else, I remember the way they felt on me that first day," she said breathlessly.
"Every time you take a drink from your coffee cup I think about how your mouth felt on my nipple. Every time you" "Jesus, Brooke." Jack pulled in a sharp breath as need sliced through him. He was wound so tight that another word or two from her and he'd be a goner. "You have to stop that."
She leaned back, the white satin of her bra hugging the curves that he remembered too well.
"You're the one that wants me to make it real, wants me to say what I really feel." She gave him a naughty smile. "This was your idea, remember?"
"I remember. And I love that this is what you really want deep down."
She smiled and it was the first time he had seen a truly confident smile from her. She knew just what she was doing to him and she knew that she was good at it. Very good at it.
"I want something deep all right."
The woman was going to kill him just by talking.
"The door is locked," she reminded him. "No patients for a while. You can help me with all this tension and emotion and need."
He couldn't fight this. He needed to have her need him.
Even if it was only sexually, the idea of giving Brooke something-like a nice hard orgasm right on top of her desk-was something he couldn't resist. He leaned in and rubbed his jaw against hers. "You need me, Brooke? There's finally something you're going to let me give you?"
"What do you think?" She turned her head and kissed him, full and wet and wanton.
But he had to hear it. "Tell me," he said raggedly, pulling his lips from hers. "Tell me what you want."
She had a wicked gleam in her eye as she turned on the desk and lay back. "Make this desk my favorite piece of furniture ever."
Her blouse was spread out around her, her nipples pressing against the soft satin of her bra, her skirt hiked up on her thighs. He leaned in over her. "Tell me how. Exactly."
"I want your mouth on my nipple, your hand up my skirt, your finger in my-"
He kissed her before she could finish the thought. He didn't actually need her instruction beyond that point-thank you very much. She was clinging to him when he lifted his head. He looked down the length of her body, on display for him on her desk. It was the most gorgeous sight he'd ever seen.
He reached to push her lamp and pencil holder out of the way. As he slid a coffee mug to the side as well, he noticed it was still half full of room-temperature cappuccino. His second favorite flavor in the clinic-next to Brooke's skin. The idea to combine them seemed natural.
He reached and dipped his index finger into the liquid. With his wet finger he traced a trail from the valley between her breasts to the waistband of her skirt, then bent his head and followed the path with his tongue. "God, I love cappuccino," he said huskily.
She chuckled softly, her hand in his hair holding him close. "If you'd told me we were going to use it like this I would have been all for it from the beginning."
"And this is just the start. This is going to be your favorite beverage in the world when we're done."

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Unwrapped ~ Cari Quinn ~ Review

Have you Unwrapped all your presents? 
Don't forget this one!

Unwrapped  by

Blurb ~

Caitlyn Sachs has a great life. A family she loves, check. An incredible design job working with her best friends, Tristan and Matt, check. An amazing home she shares with the guys, double check. But her upcoming twenty-fifth birthday and the desire to shed the burden of her virginity have spurred her to consider something shocking. All she wants is one uncomplicated night with one of her best friends, no strings attached. But how can she choose?

Except there’s another problem. Tristan and Matt are already involved sexually with each other, much to Cait’s shock. And both men have long harbored feelings for Cait that go way beyond friendship. When they whisk her away for her birthday to a cabin in the mountains, she discovers the extent of their lust—and her own. The gift they give her is one she'll never forget.

But when the weekend's over, will she retreat to the safety of the status quo, if they'll even let her? Or will she finally embrace what she's secretly craved for so long?

Review ~

This is the third book I've read by Cari Quinn and I am proud to say that I am addicted to her and her writing. She has amazing characters, sex scenes that are off the chart, and plots that keep you reading till the end and make you beg for more. All I can say about this one is break out the Christmas Tree and turn on the Chipmunks CD for this wonderful Christmas treat.

Are you looking for a great holiday read? Look no further! Cari Quinn does it again with this heart-warming story about friends turned lovers - threesome style :)

Caitlyn, Tristan, and Matt have been friends for years. They work together, live together and share everything. Caitlyn has decided that it's time for her to take a big step in her life and lose her virginity...'cause, let's get real, who is 25yrs old and still a virgin? Who best to help her other than her two best friends, but how does she decide which man to choose to help her?

With her mind made up she heads home to tell her guys and what she finds is not what she expected...they don't share everything like she thought. Cait is taken aback by the sexual relationship her men are in and when she finds out they want her too she doesn't know how to react, but just because she doesn't know what to do or how to handle it doesn't mean her men don't.

So now with the secrets out and a weekend at the cabin to themselves...the threesome explore their fantasies together. After the weekend is over, will they be ready for what comes next?

Go treat yourself to this wonderful book and unwrap your fantasies just like Cait did.

 Reviewed by - Dawn   

Unwraped is available December 6th 
at Loose Id  BUY HERE

For more information on Cari Quinn and her other books, check out her Website

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The NewYear Blog Hop, you don't want to miss this!

The New Year Blog Hop!

Come visit us on Jan 4th! Over 60 authors and reviews are going to talk about their favorite New Year Memory! What does that mean for you? Well we are giving away gift cards, books, and other swag goodies throughout the day! Each author will chose their own winner - so that means over 50 winners! And you can win on multiple pages!

And the best thing? We have TWO Grand prizes. 

One being a Kindle Fire to a lucky winner!
Our second grand prize is a $80 Amazon GC!

So be sure to come by and try to win some amazing prizes! See you then!

Friday, December 23, 2011

What's your favorite Christmas song?

My favorite Holiday song is Little Drummer Boy. Here are just a few versions of it for you to enjoy :)

A little classic



What are some of your favorite holiday songs?

Thursday, December 22, 2011

RG Alexander ~ Four For Christmas ~ Review

Four For Christmas r.g. alexander

Blurb ~

Dreaming of a White Christmas led her straight into their arms...

In this holiday spin off of the bestselling novella Three For Me?, saving a man in a snowstorm leads Georgia Bale to an isolated cabin, where three men have an important promise to keep. A promise Georgia soon becomes caught up in herself.

She just wanted to survive Christmas, and her bad holiday karma. She had no idea that accepting a friend's invitation to Colorado would lead her to her perfect man. Times three.

What does an eccentric writer do when a compassionate doctor, a dominant police officer, and a handsome adrenaline junkie only have eyes for her?

Use her imagination.

But when the storm clears, she'll have to decide which path to take. The way back home, or the road less traveled.

Warning: A bit of heart tugging, excessive use of imagination, role playing (the dirty kind), foursomes, magic, a guardian angel or two... and the kinky use of holiday themed beverages.

Review ~

Do you love Christmas ? Or are you like Georgia Bale and think you have a Christmas curse? Curse or not Georgia is determined to have a good holiday with her friends but the weather, her cute little puppy, and her GPS have have other plans for her. These ideas include being stranded on the side of the road, finding an unconscious snowmobiler, being rescued by a handsome cop, and being looked after by a great doctor with one hell of a bedside manner.

So much happens when stranded for Christmas week with 3 hunky men. Emotions of lust, loss, and hope swirl around them all until it can't be contained any longer. Lots of surprises in this emotional driven story. While the sex will melt the snow the emotional connection and twist will keep the fire burning in you to finish this book in one sitting.

RG can always be counted on for steamy sex and emotions. I cried and laughed - just what I want out of a book! I highly recommend this read to those of you who are looking for a read that will help keep you warm during this chilly holiday season.

Don't miss this one! Treat yourself  and buy it for an early Christmas present :)
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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Wowza Wednesday - Santa Stlye

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Tuesday, December 20, 2011

What's your preference?

Point of View-

What is Point Of View?  POV is perspective from which a story is being told to a reader. Basically... who is telling the reader the story.

There are many types of POVs. Some writers are confident enough to use several POVs in their stories, but normally writers stick to one type.

First-person point of view: I saw the lust in Sam's eyes.

Second-person point of view: You saw the lust in Sam's eyes. (While most often used in nonfiction, this POV is rarely used in fiction.)

Third-person point of view: She saw the lust in Sam's eyes. 

Omniscient point of view (also commonly referred to as author's POV): No one could see it. Sam didn't even know it was there, but lust reflected in his eyes.

Other then these POV's there is a Women's POV and Man's POV.

Men are more sight driven. Yep, what they see sticks in their minds.They tend to internalize, so you are sure to get some interesting thoughts going on :)   I'm not saying there aren't still feelings and thoughts going on, too, but most are stimulated by the sight of things. Most men are not detail oriented they usually tend to be more logical rather than emotional. They want to fix things,rescue you, and make you laugh.

Whereas a women POV is more emotionally driven. When reading in this point of view you will be sure to know what the place looks like, how it smells, and what exactly is going on in her head and her heart. Details, details, details and lots of emotions.

Some of this may seem very stereotypical but it is my opinion and part of how I choose the books I read. While I love reading from a women's POV I am a women and I know what we think and feel. I like to get in a man's head every now and then and reading in the POV helps sometimes. It's nice to relax for a read, I don't always want the emotional heart breaking, love affair, friends to lovers read. Sometimes it's nice to get away from all the emotional and just have a great read.

Which do you prefer to read? Does it even matter to you what point of view you read from?

Monday, December 19, 2011

Thursday, December 15, 2011

What best describes you?

Weekend at Wilderhope Manor ~ Lucy Felthouse

Blurb ~

When Stephanie and Jenny go to a Murder Mystery Halloween weekend at Wilderhope Manor, they’re expecting fun and games. But following creaky floorboards, spooky noises and an alarming encounter in the Manor’s grounds, the girls begin to wonder if there’s more to Wilderhope Manor than meets the eye. As they find frequent comfort in one another’s arms – and their bed – will the girls discover what’s causing the bumps in the night, or will they run scared?

Excerpt ~

The car trundled up the long driveway, the crunching of gravel beneath tyres the only sound as Stephanie and her girlfriend, Jenny, peered out of the windows at their surroundings.
Even at dusk the tree-lined driveway was impressive with perfectly maintained parkland, spanning for acres on either side of it. As Stephanie steered the Fiesta around a bend in the track, they both gasped. Their destination, Wilderhope Manor, had come into view and it was stunning. The Tudor style property was huge, with no less than three frontages visible from where they were. Chimneys with intricately built patterns jutted into the darkening sky, with tangles of ivy climbing parts of the manor, giving the place an appearance that was both beautiful and foreboding.
Presently, the driveway opened out into a gravelled area, which as far as Stephanie could tell, doubled as a car park for the weekend. Stephanie manoeuvred into a spot between two vehicles and killed the engine. As she turned to Jenny, she jumped, startled. Her girlfriend had leaned in close, making a scary face with her hands mimicking claws.
“Are you ready to be scared out of your wits, young lady?” Jenny rasped, wiggling her eyebrows and fingers theatrically.
Stephanie shoved her playfully, laughing. “Come on, you silly cow. It’s a murder mystery weekend, not a monster hunt. There will be no ghosts, ghouls or vampires involved.”
Stephanie got out of the car and closed the door. She’d already popped open the boot and started unloading their bags before Jenny appeared alongside her, pouting petulantly.
“But it’s Halloween tomorrow,” Jenny insisted. “Anything could happen. The veil between the living and dead will be at its thinnest, and this place is meant to be swarming with ghosts.”
“If you say so, sweetheart,” she replied, rolling her eyes. She was used to Jenny’s crazy beliefs by now. “Grab your bags and let’s get inside. It’s cold. You got the tickets?”
Jenny nodded, brandishing her handbag in response. Jenny picked up her overnight bag as Stephanie slammed the boot lid before locking the car, then followed her toward the grand entrance to Wilderhope Manor.
* * *
A little while later, they were installed in their room. They’d each been handed a “Welcome Pack” by the staff member who had attended to them at Reception, which consisted of their itinerary and instructions for the weekend.
As they unpacked, she voiced one of the thoughts that had run through her head. “Have you ever noticed how places never bat an eye at two girls sharing a room, and yet, if it’s two guys, they automatically assume they’re gay?”
“They’ll soon change their tune when they see your outfit for tonight!” Jenny replied, grinning cheekily at her. “It screams ‘lesbian’ with every stitch!”
“Whatever do you mean, you saucy wench? Someone with girl parts dressing as a distinguished gentleman does not a lesbian make.”
“True, but I wonder what it’ll do to you? Perhaps it’ll work in reverse and turn you straight!”

Review -

Lucy Felthouse takes us on another amazing adventure with "A weekend at Wilderthorpe Manor". This is a quick-paced 42 page story that is packed full of ghosts - creaky floorboards, a murder mystery weekend,  and super hot F/F action. 
From the moment Stephanie and Jenny get to Wilderhorpe Manor, they can't seem to keep their hands off each other, either they're comforting each other from the ghostly creaks and vibes or they are just so lost in their lust for each other. 
Sometimes a same sex genre book can be a bit flat when it comes to the sex, but Lucy Felthouse does a great job keeping it interesting in this book; we get a little spanking, roll playing, and just some good old fashion groping. I enjoyed this read while it's short it was fun, quick paced, and sexy.

Lucy's books are available from:
Summerhouse Publishing, All Romance eBooks, BookStrand, Amazon UK, Amazon US

Want to find out more about Lucy Felthouse and all she has to offer check out her website at:

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Holiday Fun

Cartoon Black and White Line Drawing of an Exhausted Lady Sitting in an Arm Chair 
While I love the holidays and all it brings, I am worn out! Christmas hasn't even gotten here yet and I'm exhausted tired already. This weekend started my Christmas party adventures - yes I said adventures, lol. It started out on Friday with a work Christmas Party at a local casino. It was great! I love getting dressed up and hanging with friends. As with most times I go out with friends I was the DD :( but still had a great time. After the party we ran into some more friends and went out dancing til 3 am then just like any night of dancing and drinking - food was needed. It is the funniest thing to watch a drunken boy eat. This night we finally got home around 5 am.

Then it was onto Saturday night and another party, more drinking and more food. This night luckily ended rather early for us thankfully at 1 am, But then Sunday it was up early to get ready for our 5th annually Merry Thanksmas - No this is not a misspelled. Merry Thankmas is a holiday my niece and I made 5 years ago when we were trying to figure out a time to get together with friends during the holidays.Merry Thanksmas takes place between Thanksgiving and Christmas, the date changes to suit everyone's days off. This year we had 18 people involved and themed it a "Pajama Party" (I wore my rubber ducky feetsie PJ's). We each are in charge of a special dish and a secret gift - one boy and one girl gift. After an amazing dinner we did our White Elephant gift exchange and both hubby and I got some great gifts :)

With food and gifts done bring on the wine, beer, and champagne. Hubby and I finally got home at 3 am and once home he passed out and I was in heartburn city. I think I finally got to sleep around 7 and woke up at 1pm. Now with my first  holiday weekend done I look forward to the next 3 :) I'm getting a little old for this - Thankfully it only happens once a year.

How are you all doing? Are you going to office parties, having get togethers to celebrate the holidays? What do you do this time of year?

Monday, December 12, 2011

Caught ~ Cassandra Carr


When Callie returns to her hometown for the holidays she comes face to face with her old lover and Dominant Jack. She left him three years ago believing he could never be the happily-ever-after man she needed. Yet Jack still wants her and she finds herself wanting to submit to him again.
As Jack and Callie explore their Dominant/Submissive relationship, Callie gets drawn deep into Jack’s world all over again. For his part, Jack can’t seem to forget how she nearly ruined him when she took off without even saying good-bye all those years ago, but he’s afraid his baser needs will destroy Callie.
Can Callie give Jack another chance to prove he can be what she needs? Can Jack overcome his own fears and claim Callie forever?


This is a dominating 77 page novella that is packed with some very hot scene play as well as a touching story. Callie has returned home for the holidays and runs into her old Dom, Jack; she hasn't seen him since she left 3 years ago-but after seeing him now-she realizes she still hasn't gotten over him.
Santa may have answered Jack's unasked Christmas wish and brought Callie back into his life, for he has never gotten over her. These feisty characters struggle to deal with their past and present Dom/Sub relationship. Can they trust each other again? Do the old rules apply...or is this something entirely different? 
Cassandra Carr did a terrific job with this book! The way she portrays Jack's power struggle as a Dominant both to himself and to his submissive is great. This book comes with a warning from me to you- I am a BDSM fan and love the power struggle and the gift of  submission.  This book contains aspects such as anal play, punishments, humiliation, and dirty talk. Please understand when reading this that these are strong aspects about the book that I enjoyed immensely.  
Miss Carr did an excellent job portraying the love and submission of Callie. I give you this warning so that you are aware of the aspects of this book. This was an extremely enjoyable read and I highly recommend it! Cassandra Carr has quickly become a favorite of mine and I look forward to reading many more books from her.


They’re really taking this politically correct thing too far.
Stepping from the foyer into the living room, Callie spied a twinkling Christmas tree in the corner. On the mantel, a lit menorah burned, the candles flickering as the people nearby jostled for position as more and more guests crammed into the room. This was a boisterous crowd, already drinking like it was New Year’s. Advancing farther into the room, she noticed the Kwanzaa decorations and rolled her eyes.
Pick a holiday and go with it, people. You can’t please everyone.
She sought out the host and hostess, old friends from her grad school days, and said hello, handing over the obligatory “thanks for inviting me” bottle of wine. They chatted for a bit to catch up before she grabbed a cocktail and made her way toward the dining room in search of other former classmates and some food. The smells of the various delicacies wafted by, making her mouth water in anticipation. She had just gotten into town and was starving. Plopping a slice of cheddar cheese onto a cracker, she stuffed it into her mouth and then looked up—and everything inside her came to a screeching halt.
Jack was there.
With a beer hanging from his long fingers, he leaned against the wall, casual as can be, while her world tilted on its axis. He looked good—still the same tall, well-muscled body, still the same olive skin, black hair, and full lips. His Italian ancestry lent him an air of exoticness, and she’d always been a sucker for that.
Her stomach roiled. The cracker caught in her throat, choking her. As she began to cough and sputter, he turned to see what the commotion was, and their gazes met. Callie watched as his eyes went dark with heat and recognition. A blush rushed up her chest, through her neck, and into her face. With suddenly cold fingers, she touched her burning skin.
He brought his beer to his lips and took a long pull, his tongue sneaking out to catch a stray drop from his top lip. Her gaze followed the movement. His never left her face. Even when his companion said something to him, he merely nodded and kept the whole of his attention on her. She took a fortifying sip of her vodka and cranberry juice, then another, longer gulp, trying to dislodge the cracker from her throat. And still he stared.
And she did the same damn thing she’d done three years ago when she’d gotten scared by his demands, his power—she ran. Cursing herself for her cowardice, she nonetheless wove her way through the crowd, setting her drink down on the nearest available surface as she rushed past. But before she made it to the front door, she felt his hand, still chilled from holding the beer bottle, curl around her overheated arm. “Long time no see. Leaving so soon, Callie?”
Pulling her around to face him, he then backed her against the wall in the foyer. With him this close, with his touch and his smell and his sheer size surrounding her, her body betrayed her, just like it always had where he was concerned. Her nipples tightened, her pussy ached, and her breath quickened. “What are you doing here?” She sighed at her own stupidity for asking something so obvious.
“These are my friends. A better question to ask is—what are you doing here?”
“I came back to town for the holidays, and I wanted to see some of my old grad school buddies. I guess I-I didn’t think about the possibility of you being here.”
“Is me being here a problem?”
“No,” she answered too quickly.
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
Dammit! What else am I going to admit to him?
“I still want you. I want to touch you. I need to touch you. May I?” At her silent nod, he lightly rested his hand around her throat. Not hard enough to choke, but enough to establish his dominance over her.
Like he needs to establish that. How could I possibly forget who and what he is?
Callie shivered. God, she wanted him. She’d never been as scared or as excited or felt as alive as she had during the year and a half she had subbed for Jack. Seeing him again made her want to get down on her knees and give him anything he wanted. If she remembered correctly, that was everything. But could he give it back to her? Before, he’d been unable or unwilling to, and when she couldn’t handle loving him without reciprocation anymore, she’d left.
Her lips were parched, and she darted her tongue out to wet them. His eyes turned black as they blazed back at her.
“I want you too.” And it was the truth. She wanted him, and this time she’d have him. If she ran away again, she knew she’d regret it for the rest of her life.
“Are you collared?”
“Seeing anyone?”
She turned the question around. “Are you seeing anyone?” A strange look passed over his face, but Callie couldn’t interpret it before it was gone.
“No. Answer me, Callie—are you seeing anyone?”
Letting out a soft growl, Jack cupped the back of her neck in his large hand and kissed her. There was nothing gentle in his kiss—there never had been. This kiss was one of possession, of establishing even more control. He pressed in farther, molding his body to hers while he continued to plunder her mouth. He didn’t force his tongue inside; he didn’t have to.
Surrendering, she relaxed and let him take her. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and changed the angle of her head so he could deepen the kiss. He slid a powerful thigh between hers as she moaned from the sensual onslaught.
After long moments, he pulled away, grabbed her hand, and led her toward the back of the house. Callie gasped when he pushed her into a bedroom and kicked the door closed. She whirled to face him but couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye, reverting to the naturally submissive pose of staring at his feet, her hands behind her back. She hadn’t subbed for anyone in the three years she’d been gone and was amazed at how quickly the submissive veil slipped over her again. He chuckled.
“My pet, you’re still a delightful submissive, I see.” He took a gentle hold on her chin and pulled her face up to his. “I’ve always wanted you, since the moment you walked into my classroom. I know I’m a selfish bastard, but I’m going to ask for this most exquisite Christmas present anyway: will you submit to me again?”
Callie nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak.
“I want to hear the words—I want you to be sure.”
“Yes, I’ll sub for you,” she managed to get out around the lump in her throat.
“Good. Then you’ll be available to me insofar as you’re able to, barring other commitments. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she answered, the word hardly loud enough to be considered a whisper. She licked her lips again.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“By the way, I’m clean. I was tested a few months ago. You?”
“Yes, Sir, the same.”
He stepped forward and shoved her to her knees. She went willingly. Callie wanted this—she wanted to show him she could handle him this time. Keeping her eyes trained on the floor, she waited for his next move. He let her stew for a minute and then pulled her to him, undoing his pants with his other hand. He guided his already erect cock into her mouth, and she took it, letting his essence wash over her tongue, relearning the contours of the head, the smoothness of the shaft, as he sawed in and out of her mouth with brutal strokes. He’d never been easy on her, and tonight was no exception.
He pulled his still-hard cock out of her mouth, resting just the very tip on her bottom lip. “How long are you in town for?”
Callie drew back enough to answer. “Through the first of the year.”
She looked up in time to see him smile. “Excellent. We have a few weeks, then.” He thrust all the way to the back of her throat, and she struggled not to gag. He plunged both hands into her hair, forcing her to take his dick all the way to the root, and held it there for several seconds. “Where are you staying?” He pulled out again. He had always liked carrying on conversations as Callie sucked him—reinforcing his dominance by repeatedly pulling out and then shoving back into her mouth as he saw fit.
“With Lora,” she answered, naming her oldest friend.
“Ah, not far from me. I still live on Tremont. Is she going to let you play?”
“Lora lets me do whatever I want—she doesn’t judge.”
“I think I’m really going to enjoy the holidays for the first time in a long while.” To get the angle he wanted, he went up on tiptoe and tilted her head just so, then began ruthlessly plundering her depths. “It’s been a long time since you’ve tasted my cum, pet. You’re going to swallow it—every drop, like the gift it is.”
A scant few seconds later, Callie felt his cock swelling even larger, growing even longer, and then after pulling back until only his cockhead remained inside her mouth, he was coming, straining, as jet after jet of warm, salty liquid shot onto her tongue and slid down her throat. When he was finally spent, he withdrew completely and put himself back together. She remained on her knees, the denim of her jeans little protection from the hardwood floor.
Some might say she gave in too easily, but as Callie considered the man before her, who’d turned her world upside down now for the second time, she knew that wasn’t true. Not at all. Her soul was at peace for the first time in years. She was a different person than she’d been all those years ago. Callie was what and where she needed to be: she just had to figure out how to hold on to the fragile sense of contentment she’d discovered tonight.
He briefly stroked the side of her face, then leaned down to touch his lips to hers. “Give me your number.” She started to reach into the purse that had fallen beside her on the floor. He chuckled. “You may rise.”
Standing up with her purse, she pulled a small sheet from the memo pad she always kept with her.
“Still jotting notes, I see.”
“Yes, you never know where or when you’ll find inspiration,” she answered, quoting one of his own mantras back to him. After writing down her cell phone number, she handed him the paper.
He held it up and kissed it. “I’ll be in touch.” After taking one last look at her, he left the room.
She sat down on the bed, touching the tips of her fingers to her lips. Undoubtedly he thought he’d scored a great coup, bringing her back into his fold. Little did he realize, though… Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted.
© Cassandra Carr, December 2011
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